We all believe we know this world. All the plants and the animals that exist, what they look like and how they act. The patterns in the weather, the wonders of nature. We believe we know it all.
We don't.
There's places unknown to most of the world, creatures barely known to exist. Theres a side of this planet that the human race doesn't open up to, a side we ignore. A side we can't see. A side with beauty only acknowledged in myths and fairy tales, but what do you think started those stories? What created these fake yet wonderous creatures we love? What would you do if you found out they were all real? As children we believe in magic, fairies and tales of creatures we can't see, as we grow we get told none of it's real and we start to believe that. It's like a cycle, we get told stories and believe them, we get told its lies and no longer believe. We tell the stories to our children and make them believe untill we tell them it was just a tale. All these stories loved by children, and so many more untold tales, are true.
Everyone is capable of seeing the other side of this world, but corruption and power has lead us to become blind. We believe the stories are nothing more than just that, stories. Hidden behind open doors, this world holds mysteries only few accept and open their eyes to. Behind these doors, we can find the truth. We can be free, free from war and poverty. Free from hate. The world can be good. If only we accepted the truth.
Everyday we are watched by those we cannot see. We are judged on our acts of kindness and acts of hatred. We are seen as monsters by those we don't believe exist. These wonderful creatures, some with hearts tainted even more than ours, yet still welcome to a hidden side of the world. So what are things really like in the places we can't see?
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